A little girl is bored
Hugging a Teddy bear as tall as her
At the airport the flight is delayed
Teddy and girl are glued together
Very intimate relationship
between the girl and her Teddy..
Couldn't help myself to ask
"Do you love your teddy?"
"So much" She answered hiding her face
in between Teddy's ears...
" How much love" I asked again
and offered her ice-cream
She took the ice-cream..
hid her face in Teddy's belly
and shouted Very! Very!
I smiled at her and asked again
Wanted to know her concept of love
"Does Teddy loves you?"
YES! she said spontaneously and NO! she said after a second
"I dont know" she said now...
"Teddy never said he loves me"
Then how do you know he loves you?
Provoked this little girl's thinking...
She did give a deeper thought
when lastly she said...
"Teddy doesn't say he loves me
but Teddy stays"
"Teddy is silent
so I will love him more.."
So Teddy 's love is silent?
She nodded and kissed her Teddy...
I am amazed ....
of this little girl's brilliant thinking..
She understands love so much..
Love is love, you don't even need to say..
Your presence says... Your loyalty counts...
in this little girl's eyes
Teddy's Love is always there ..
you don't have to shout it loud..
I LOVE YOU is tender word
say it in silent...

I remember summer
We kids loved  summer the most...
School breaks.... Heaven!
Childhood memories of
summer days
days started late
Played outdoors all day...
and days never seemed to end

Saturday night went to movies
Sunday morning fishing near the lake
In the evening, fish and chips
Week days , parents were at work...
We spent  time, TV partying...
movies marathon, cartoons mornings and afternoons
Eating ice cream at the backyard on the swings

those were the days!
Our summer in the 70's...

I wish that one day..
You'd understand
The reason why...
I keep my distance...

I wish that one day
You'd realize
The way you feel
I feel it too

I wish that one day
You'd find the heart
To forgive me...
for shying away...

I wish that one day
we'd find each other again
The piece of me
The piece of you
Two longing hearts ...
We belong , yes we are and ...
...this pure Love shall stay....

The castle went into chaos
The queen ran amok in the chamber
A coronation day parade
and she had just lost her tiara
All the maids were ordered to search
on the bed, under the silky bed sheet,
in the closet, everywhere....
but failed to locate the missing tiara..
oh where did it go?
this priceless tiara?
Running late... for the parade
The King barged in with the wizard...
This time to locate the status of the tiara
A cast of a spell that worked
The work of evil was succesful!
The magic ball in the wizard's hand
a face of a wicked witch who cunningly
disguised as a raven  who came by
at the queen's chamber that morning...
and it flew away.. away...
with the precious 12 carat diamond coated tiara
just when everybody was busy tightening
the queen's corset ,
the raven witch snatched an advantage
Poor Queen ....
incomplete without her tiara
but the parade went on....

Darkness falls
Midnight calls
Silent sky
Dim stars
Shy moon
The world asleeps
The air is damp
Humid air,
There is no cool breeze
I feel so numb
I feel so dumb....
It's times like these I hide myself..
Interrogate myself  
question my existence.
and ask myself so many WHY? WHY?

I look at the sea
listen to the sound of each wave
that fiercely beats the shore
here comes a gigantic wave
all the sharks and dolphins are chased away!

A mother's love knows no limit
When she loves she truly loves
When she cares she devotes herself
her time, attention, love,
to her loved ones like no other
only a mother knows this kind of love...
so never hurt a mother's heart
if  you call her ma...  
when she is hurt... she hurts..
no matter how great love she has...
how loving care she gives
no matter how warm her heart is..
she also has a human heart....
not the same heart but extra ordinary
A mother’s love is patient and forgiving
even though the heart is breaking...

and again today he whispers to your ears
"You are never good enough"
but you have your eyes shut
while you pray to god
seeks his mercy and forgiveness
Its the work of the devil...
He wants you to give up,
He sweet talks and convinces you..
he wants you to think you're in adequate
incompetent, incomplete in the eyes of our god,
the devil tries to throw doubt in our hearts
He wants to despair of Allah's mercy.
The devil will sit on all man’s paths
Till you succumb and surrender
Till you doubt your faith.. and virtue
Keep on seducing you....
Lure you with all the excitements
Don't fall for this devilish trick.
The whispers are not songs...
But  a poisonous devil in disguise...
Regardless of how bad you've been as a person
How many mistakes you've made
How many lives you scarred and tortured
in your life
God the creator wants you to repent,
He wants you to try again,
He wants your sincere effort
no matter how many times you slip and fall,
so never despair of His Mercy and Forgiveness.

The devil whispers...
Get ready your weapon
take hold of some pebbles in your hand and throw

Good morning fellow Wordsmith....
Keep your fingers to the keyboard
Have a pen and paper in your hand
everyday...
keep the words coming...
no matter what...
one word will build into another
until you have sentences, lines,
verses, stanzas
Until you have a poem...
Sharing your writes with good friends
will be the greater feelings
and the greatest confidence builder
you can ever imagine...

In deep velvet night
When we are one
The softness of the satin sheet
The scent of sweetness and fire
Two hearts combined
in rhythm of pleasures
What touch could this be?
Than the passion in a kiss
Whose rain showers
Like the dew of an iceberg.
What desire could this be?
Than the fire in your heart
as two souls become one...
two heartbeats dance in romance
soft whispers of love...
each caresses spark fire
the skin burns in delight
trembling hearts of lovers..
the  heat is on...
love... dance ... romance..

What is your deepest fear?
Fear of being inadequate to someone?
Fear of being a loser in life?
Fear of the unknown?
Fear of not knowing your own potential?

Often we fear of who we can be
Even without trying to be
brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are we not to be?

The world is expanding
Why are you shrinking?
Fear not to face the world
there is a space for everyone
on this precious land...
so do not hesitate to give yourself another chance
to shine... to shine....

let overcome this fear...
and do what we should...
as not to hide our potential hidden anymore....
and let others to follow suit
and **** their deepest fear...

There was an old man called Keith
At 81 he had lost all his teeth...
At 91, he had forgotten his new set of false teeth
Poor old Keith starved himself for days he couldn't even chew
not.... without  the aid of his false teeth
Looking everywhere ... for his missing teeth...
in the kitchen, in the shower, in the drawer,
had misplaced his perfect white teeth
forgotten he had laid it on a chair in the living
days before he had dozed off on his rocking chair...
He forgot where they were... not until...
He sat down and was bitten underneath....

Life is a journey,
and we are all travelers
looking to make that great trip
with someone....who deserves..
to be our trusted companion
and we travel along the winding road
and sometimes we stop awhile to breathe
at each great destination we reached
till...
we come to the final destination...
HEAVEN...

Having a relationship is beautiful
Sharing love is sheer happiness
Care not to find your happiness solely in love
Never allow yourself to rely on relationship
Be wise not to depend on love ... only love
as your pillar of true happiness
Its a very special thing to find love
Its heaven. Nothing can match it.
But be wise to find other things in life
to love besides.... your love
because... when your love falls...
so does your happiness...

Don not be afraid to make mistakes,
Mistakes are the best teachers
Who encourage us to learn what is right
from what we did wrong
and mistakes teach a lesson
which we seldom forget
Unconvinced aren't you?
  Hello!!!
How many time do you think Albert Einstein tried and adjusted
Tumbled and fell
all the people called him crazy, remember?
but he never stopped trying....
Tell me when he did stop?

Funny how some people love to think
No, they don't even bother to think actually
They are simply making assumptions
after reading your convincing poems
of sad good bye and half way to heaven
The said its true. All of it? YES ... so very true.. true...
eye brows raised, delicious stories of love affairs...
poor poet being misjudged
ahh all are true then from poem 1 to poem 100
she married them all,
100 flower bouquets exchanged each year
she still keep one hundred diamond rings...
she is planning to have an exhibition too
the theme is WEDDINGS AND BREAK UPS
wordsmiths job is to write
about anything... happiness, sadness, love, romance
and a thousand other things from their creative
minds and hearts
just you readers be intelligent and mature
to read between the lines
and understand the underlying messages
in a piece of write
to judge a poet is unwise
how many times could a poet fall in love?
to write about love?
how many breakups should she suffer
to write a heartbreaking poem?
Silly... how some people think...

Before we were
Christians,
Muslims,
Jews,
Hindus,
Sikhs,
we were all human.
The funny thing is that we still are
We have just forgotten it...
We are all human,
regardless of religion and race
If you can't accept this simple concept even
say good bye to globalization
and internalization
and be in your comfort zone...
safe and sound...

I hate being *******
Having to stay mad and angry
When I am normally a cool person
I seldom do this... *******..

Someone came at me the wrong way
and turned my ******* switch on...
What do I do now?
How do I go from being *******
to my happy go lucky self?

Happiness is...
when you laugh out loud..
wrinkles don't disappear
tiny tears at the little corner of your eyes
and you keep on laughing...
don't even care of how ugly you'd look
with that kind of laugh
that rocks the earth
and shatters the world..

Happiness is...
when you feel like dancing...
or doing just anything
you simply waltz, or tango or disco dancing...
just imagine... being able to do what you like...
without caring, hesitating, worrying, doubting...
is happiness indeed...

especially when you think you have put a smile
on someone's face upon reading
this poem of yours...
you've created happiness....
Happiness is made!

You are what you think you are
You are who you think you are
You are WHAT and WHO you are
Isn't that so simple logic?
Damage your brain again
and think what other people
think of and about you?
Have a self pity...
Love yourself more
and protect your healthy brain...
because you want to live long
and you need your brain especially..
You are who you are despite what others think what and who....

SMILE!!

Often you hear a music played
but seldom you think as you
listen to...
some sad songs
some happy songs
some rock songs
some rhythm and blues song
some jazz songs..
some sentimental songs
some golden oldies numbers...
have you come to realize...
some high notes
some low notes
but always a beautiful song...
I think of my family life this way...
don't you think the same?
some days you are sad..
some days you are happy
some days you are bored...
your moods are the rhythm
that makes the music..
isn't family like the music we listen to
everyday?

I am a lady butterfly
colorful as a rainbow up in the sky
I fly high and low
I visit my relatives and friends
in the forest where everything
is beautiful and colorful as can be
I can pretend to be dead
my strategy for survival
I can watch you
just when you thought I am sleeping
if you try to come closer..
I will fly high... higher ...
I am a lady butterfly
Think twice before
you even try to think to catch me...

I am wiser as I get older
The forest is within a grip of my hand
I am sensitive as I get accustomed to the land
A threat doesn’t need an introduction
It will take the whole winter
If you should wait
And the season of spring
And autumns of patience
If you should try to see me fall
And burn me to ashes...
You need enough courage
to face my determination
to protect and save this forest of mine....

My mother…..
You left me that day unexpectedly
Why didn’t you try to stop me?
Till this day I have this regrets…
Forgive me I was not there on your death bed..

And I have been lonely ever since
I am lost and I am crazily hoping..
One fine day I’d find you again…
Impossible it seems…
Death is certainty and eternity…

Been searching for that gentle love…
A special tender love only you can give…
Mother…
Shall I be loved again?
Shall I be wrapped with SIMILAR warmth and tenderness?
I long for that special feelings being in your arms again
I miss moments with you when we used to chat about love and life…
Mother…
Shall you appear in my dream tonight?
I want to hold your soft hands,
I want to feel your warm embrace and magical kiss on my cheeks
Those gentle gestures of yours…
Ohh how much I have missed…
Mother…
I need your love …I cant live like this…
The emptiness inside me all these years…
After you left me I am kind of lost…
The space in my heart has never been filled…
Sometimes I am in the state of paranoia..
Sometimes I am in deep deep grief…
I need you my mother…
If only I could turn back the clock…
I would want to be there …
the day when you needed me the most…

Forgive me mother…
My absence visits… no flower bouquets I bring to your grave…
Your tombs is reminder that you are dead
But for me you are always alive…
Your presence is felt… your precious love is kept..

You are gone now from my vision..
Every fond memory of you … I shall never erase…
You are kept in the best place in my heart..
Each drop of your love runs in my vein..
As long as I breathe..
Mother… you are loved!!

My teacher comes to class as usual
She is the first to come, I mean
and she said Hello like she does everyday
and she smiles like she used to ...
What is so special about today then?
My teacher comes as usual, says Hello and smiles?
May be you guys do not notice
But I do...
Listen to the way she speaks now..
She has this weird kind of accent
Look at her smiles now...
ain't that usual friendly smiles...anymore
and she didn't ask us what we did yesterday too.....
Oh really? let's make her grin....
show your stupid face
see  what happen?
Oh No!
Our teacher had lost her teeth...

****** me not
with your **** pair of eyes
****** me not
with your gentle charming smile
****** me not
with your heavenly lip
You need not fool me
That you are not even real
You need not fool me
That you are not even trying...
By just standing there
looking godly...
you've bared it all...

I just have this too much love syndrome
I need to pour my heart out...
write I love you everywhere
on the table, on the wall, on my shirt
on the sky on the sand ..
everywhere, anywhere... i can i will write
am still writing telling everybody how much I love her...
i will explode if i dont do it..
i mean express my feelings of love...
ohh i go crazy.. how can I last a day
without telling her I love her...
god please help me tell her that
my love is the greatest the most incredible
love ever... ever... she needs to understand
that i can go crazy if i dont say nothing at all
about my love in my FB status
and let all my friends hate me
let them hate me....
I love her thats all I care about...
I write my future plans with you
my romantic plans with you..
in internet where many people read
dont care if they read and ***** on it..
i dont care as long as I can write this three magic words
over and over again...
I LOVE THEE....
I have love... too much for you

When I was small
I had a favorite game
A game only girls loved to play
Paper dolls, pretty paper dolls....

My sister Sara dressed the paper dolls nicely
Elegantly dressed, pretty dolls...
and we loved to style them our ways...
We got bored easily and Sara begged me to buy more dolls...
I used my childish charm to get a rupee or two
My grand papa joked about our  paper dolls
"no saree wearing dolls"? " no chapati making dolls"?
" No parantha making dolls?
and both of us replied.... " ohhhh.... shut up grandpapa"

When we grew up a little,
My sister and I were sent to a boarding school.
It was all girls school
and we were taught grooming, social etiquette
and how to be a lady...prim and proper
Dressed smartly, talked only when necessary
and sat up neatly, no head turns..
No giggling... only smile delicately
No tantrums or emotional plays...
just be poised... controlled.. poised and controlled...
Of course
We were not allowed to play paper dolls anymore

After awhile I hated the school...
Told my sister.....  They were turning us
into paper dolls...
Paper dolls have no say...
They only follow.. They are puppets
Remember paper dolls we used to play?
All pretty in the outside but there is no life
to breathe....
Suffocated i felt here.....all I wanted to do is flee
Sis, cmon this is certainly not us... let's flee

WE SAID GOODBYE TO OUR BED AND WE DID RUN....
We managed to be who we wanted to be in the end
to live in real world, be with real people
given a freedom to choose what we wanted to do
with life...
We enjoy our life not the traditional way anymore
Have career and still we dressed nicely and elegantly
We are real people...
Unlike the paper dolls , who only look poise and beautiful..
but inside they are freezing.... lifeless....paper dolls..

As you walk down the aisle
Wearing white from head to toe
Daddy's hand in your hand
and you both walk slow and steady
My heart beats a little faster
as you approach the altar
Where your charming groom is standing
impatiently waiting to kiss his bride..

My daughter.. the prettiest bride ever
the wedding gown suits you perfectly
and the flowers looks pretty...
everybody is smiling...
the romantic music fits.... and the ceremony is perfect

and here I am the mother of the bride...
with a handkerchief drenched with tears
my baby is going today...
a step a head into into her adulthood era
a matrimony... a new bond is made
I felt  a pang of sadness deep inside me
a sudden grief....
the fact of giving away my daughter to a man
a man almost a stranger to me...
I wanted to hate this little chap
But isn't he my daughter's happiness?

HE ...who'd promised to treat her good...
but I know myself no matter how good
he'd said he would be....
how dashing how romantic he is
how super perfect he is going to be
his love is immeasurable to our love
we have fallen in love with our angel since ...
forever...
Dear daughter,
As he kissed you today and pronounced you his wife
and ask you to pack your things up
put all your belongings in his fancy car
and take you for a honeymoon
to a destination you both cant forget.....
just remember.... if nothing...
if nothing should happen between you two
and you feel a little lost
and you  need me or your dad
whenever you need us..
we are always here for you....
forever we will be here for our angel...

the bride happily kissed her mom and left....
with the man of her dream...
and the mother of the bride continues to cry...
She cries ... in silent pretending to smile...
a fake wedding smile

Been sleeping on my bed
for the last 48 hours
Cannot open my eyes so wide
A throbbing pain in the head
Cannot swallow well too
My throat screams in pain
It hurts so bad every time i try to eat or drink
just like having small blades hiding in my throat
Tonsillitis I hate it
Its swelling now , all red and painful
My enemy number 1
Hate you so bad..
Need to rest few days
Hate to be helpless....
But I succumbed to doc's advice
REST................   before I can start to teach again..
What's a teacher without her
precious voice?
ok so all i do is rest..................

It is late
You promised you won't forget
and you will not let me wait
but this is too late
I will no longer wait
you forget I cant wait
but actually I can wait but you forget
the date and time you asked me to wait  
so good bye its late...
I can't be here long to wait....
It isn't my fault not to wait
It is your fault to forget...

Love is a Painful risk to take
Happiness and laughters
Frustrations and anger
Excitement and joy..
Depressions and hate
Peace and traquility
sadness and sorrow...
Red, purple, blue, orange, black, white and yellow....
Adds to the many colors of love....

When love blooms..
a thousand more years,
aint enough to live...
When grief is deep
The world stops to move
And you do not want to breathe.

The more you love the more you feel...
The joy of loving...
The pain of missing...
Hopes and wishes..
Dreams and visions..
Love is strange... you cant see it but feeling is real

the sweetness of togetherness..
the mournings of separation....
love is pain..
love is sweet...
love is bitter
love is hot
love is fire
love is tears
love is happiness...
love is joy..
love is smile
love is wounded heart....
love makes the world go round....
only love makes one smiles with tears brimming in the eyes...
Only love makes one cries but in the heart one smiles...
love is strange...only Love knows WHY.
Ohh how strange love is....

I wish upon the stars that tonight will never end…
I wish I could stay with you just by holding your hands
I wish I could tell you all that is on my mind
I wish I could also read everything that you keep in mind.

I wish that I could really make you see
I wish you know how much you mean to me
I wish you would never desert me
I wish you would always care and love me

I wish you don’t only exist tonight
I wish you would still be here tomorrow
I wish the world will not make us depart
I wish that I can be yours and you, mine forever

I wish and I wish to hold you tight
I wish you won’t ever let me go
I wish that one fine day, I’d meet you
I wish you would kneel down and ask me to marry you

I wish not to dream tonight
I wish I am awake all night
I wish tomorrow there will be sun shining so bright
I wish to see you smile again as you lay next to me night after night…

People say 'something good is worth waiting'
Patience comes in while waiting
and so does determination.
So...i'm in no hurry,
just sit back and I wait..
I wait and be patient
wait and be patient
and  enjoy the beauty of it..

A grand dinner at Park Royale
Mingling with the aristocrats
the celebs and the royals
was introduced to a goldsmith
showing off her 24.4USD
fancy bue grey diamond ring..
she mentioned her name
gave a card written Jacob & Co
i am impressed same time i felt too small
when she asked me what I did for a living..
Unsure whether to be proud or shy...
told her i am simply a wordsmith
i write words of love and of virtues
Astonished.... she looked at me... amused and confused
WORDSMITH? She asked for my business card but i gave her this site
http://hellopoetry.com/write/poem/
she rolled her pretty eyes again
her diamonds shine...
my shy eyes met  her questioning eyes...
and I slowly bowed and said...
"if you can't find me anywhere"
you shall meet my words
even if I die today or tomorrow
my poetry remains....
i am a wordsmith forever i shall be
the gold is in my words the carat 30.11
is me.
no profit will it make understand the
written word.
your ring will be forgotten in the years to come
my words will still be read ,the perfect word
will never die

My **** freezer is getting old
her heart is no longer cold
Placed it next to my magic oven
Hopes she'll get some motivation...

My **** freezer was once very gorgeous
Stood tall in the kitchen, It really looked fabulous
made food and drinks tastier and delicious
This freezer so cool, prettier than Miss Universe

Put some fridge magnets on its door
That doesn't make her looks pretty anymore
But judge a beauty not from the outer layer
True Beauty comes from your heart underneath
despite your age  young or old...
Your beauty shines.... shines from within

Now I am having a dilemma..
my hot and **** freezer as old as my grandma
She is not so hot anymore
She is not so cold either...
but she remains to stay in here
Until the day to decide I should no longer need her....

You said "Please go"
You were not even joking
I mourned over this sad goodbye
I only came to see your smile...

Met him by accident in November 5 years ago
Had a a couple of drinks...
some stupid conversations
laughed and we left each other

In summer we met by chance
he started to ask a little bit more...
What was the color I like?
Did I believe in Outerspace?
Thought he was funny
We started sharing jokes
but... Summer came to an end....
and we left once again

Started to think about the guy I met
He was not somebody I like
Crazy then... why I had to worry
Whether he had eaten , slept or gone to work already...

I remembered during the brief encounter
He sang this song which sounded so familiar
Came December he disappeared forever
Haven't heard a single news
Yea I forgot to ask for his number

I came to listen to his favourite song again and again..
Hoping that one day I might find him again
Regretted of the least of things I knew about him
Am Thinking....
at least we should have had  a deeper conversation

I have nothing I only have words
Words of the enchanted love
Words of an inspiring beauty
Words of fairies and princess in fantasy land
Words….. only with words
I could treasure your love
And say a million Thank You

I only have Words to paint the whole world blue
Or red or green or yellow
With my words I paint the world bright
I paint it dull, gloomy , cheerless…
Arrange each words and make them sound so right…

It seems that all my life I have been looking
for Perfect words...
words to say things right
And make you and everybody feel alright

If I should leave you too soon
Just remember all the magic words we shared
Magical Words from me are not just words
They are words Written from my deepest heart
No diamonds or gold can be compared
of this Perfect gift for you from an angel
Who only knows how to write…

Words of poetry are like the soft feathers
Delicate, beautiful and colorful…
As she Placed the feather upon your bed
an angel leaves silently…
the precious words , the memories she leaves behind…
only to remind you… of …
A feather from an angel ,
with love….

a flower in her hand ,
colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ...
blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows...
a rose she will say, in words that display,
a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall ,
a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers
hung in writings of love passion for this art..
the words that say "how was your day ?
"dressed in fine display ..
a fine hand that say "this is for you "
if tears it does bring then my words
to impart have reached your beating heart
the words become flowers written
from the hand of magic it imparts .

Couldn’t sleep well last night,
Decided to ride to Aylesworth Forest
My favourite place
Two miles from my Barkshire home
I needed to be alone
what I wanted to do...
What I wanted to be...
In this peaceful and beautiful land
Of oak trees , flowers and wild plants
Perhaps by thinking deep under a tree
I may find the answers...

Brought my lunch, a picnic alone...
I met a team of gardeners on my way here
Cutting grass and old branches of trees
For a second I thought,
I would want to be gardener too...
Plant tulips and colorful flowers on a flowerbed
Its cool to stay outside all day and watch things grow...
Hey... I don’t need to be so clever at school too!

Here it is... my hiding place ... the forest
The chirping of the birds on the trees
Grey squirrels chasing one another and
Once I even saw a fox too...

But today I am alarmed to discover
This forest has been invaded by strangers
Braved myself I approached the men
Who claimed to be land surveyors
I am devastated now , upon this knowledge
My precious forest is to be turned into a concrete jungle

Trees will be cut down in two weeks time
Blocks of Flat houses will replace my oak trees and wild plants
I feel even depressed now..
This isn't fair!
Where will the animals go?
I lost my appetite for lunch
I must save this forest! I must do something!
This problem is even bigger than mine...
Slowly I turned and walked away...

You said you don't even know me anymore
my moods, my personality, my characters
keep on changing like  the weather
Morning when it rains
I am sweet , gentle and romantic
afternoon, when its hot and humid
I am mean, I am harsh and I snap at you
...a little grouchy

Well, I really dont know...
but here is the story...

On one sunny sky bright day
Our love story started to bloom
and the whole world cheered and clapped
to celebrate this greatest love story
When all of a sudden a dark cloud appeared
and stole the sunshine smile away
love went into coma... for a year or two

The monsoon rains and again we missed
the gentle love on wet cold nights
Inseparable in the love nest we built
Glued together the whole  rainy days

It was midnight when we had a storm
Ugly weather
We were forced to build this wall
and  kept our distance again
A whole year in complete vacuum
missed the love nest
but preferred the cocoon better

Today is a warmer day
The sun is coming out lazily
a little bit of warmth in the atmosphere
I tried to smile a little
and I said Hello
You grabbed my hand and told me
Never to change the weather again
I smile with tears in my eyes
reminiscing all the weathers
when we used to love and hate
How much time have we wasted?

This is me... This is you...
We are so much in love
Why must we change with the weather?
I might be Tornado in some days
or hurricane in another
but my heart beats still the same
despite the weather changes
Trust me
My love I never changed

Nothing in the nature lives by itself
Flowers don't taste their own nectar
nor they spread their fragrance for themselves
Trees don't eat their own fruits
The sun doesn't shine to warm itself
The rivers don't quench their thirst
by drinking their own water
The ocean provides homes for the sea creatures
the earth, the moon, the sun and the stars
have they ever lived even once for themselves
Living for others
The rule of nature
To provide and serve...

It seems like yesterday
I was young ,
an innocent sweet bride
embarked on my new life with my mate
but time has a way of moving quickly
and catching you unaware of the passing years
I wonder where all the years went
Now I only have
glimpses of how it was back then
and of all my hopes and dreams.
Here it is ... on summers day
It catches me by surprise
How did I get here so fast?
Where did the years go
and where did my youth go?
Met an old friend of mine...
looking tired, all old and grey
she brought the news of our retiring friends
some are dying on hospital beds
some are walking slowly in old folks home
some have gone senile and forgotten their way homes
I hugged my old best friend
told her to rest as much as she could
I am thinking now of how lucky I am
To complain of a few creaking bones of mine
I should feel ashamed!
Most people enter into this new season
of their life unprepared for all the aches and pains
and the loss of strength and ability
to go and do things that they wish they had done but never did!!
  I'm not sure how long I will last...
But through another winter.. spring and summer
I wish I could still live to breathe
I am not yet ready for the day
when my life is over on this earth...
yet to begin a new adventure of life...
in the hereafter.....

My mobile screams
Its Taylor Swift " I wished it was me"
Wake up folks its 6 am
Let's face another hectic day
Another day of terror and challenge
Unlike the good old days
when life was even simpler
when mobiles were  not a necessity
but communication still exists
in close knit families
Life was even greater
When smartphones and computers
were gadgets of the future
Still relationships went on smooth and happier
Life was even lovelier
when Apples and Blackberries
were merely fruits
for juices and desserts.
but still we need to strive
to face another day
in this concrete jungle
and adapt our life....

You jumped
I jumped
You died
I didn't
I wished
I died with my betrothed
but I survived , I lived...
God had chosen me
to live
to tell about
this greatest love of us
The epic romantic disaster
a love saga
between Jack and Rose
and the mystery of Titanic
the famous sinking ship
in history....

I was born with a name
I wasn't given a choice
The name of the ancestors
generation by generation
the respective name should stay..
As a child I was always proud to say..
My mera nam , my name...
A name I couldn't erase
It'll tag along with me for the rest of my life

Today I have chosen my fate
met someone who changed my world view
my faith and belief changed
my name changed,
am no longer the same

My mera nam is my past
Loving memory of distant relatives
a unique homeland of the ancestors..
will always be missed...
when I reminisce..

I may have a name changed
My lifestyle changed in total
What a life transformation
from ignorance to tolerance
Deep inside me... I shall say
I am pretty much the same old me..

Mirror mirror on the wall...
Good morning my dear
my voice within...
my evil critiques
Do not tease and lie, Please behave
show me the best reflection
that will make my day
soon I'd be 44 my body is getting old
still I smile like a little girl
and laugh and laugh at every jokes you told
don't be cynical, be honest this time
tell me if my skin glows
and my eyes shine
and I look the most radiant
of all....

Concern I am as a mother of three
of young girls and young boys, of today you see
Their parents wake up as early as 3
Spend time at work night and day
Hours of strenuous day
of hot and cold sweat ,
drains most of their energy ,
cooks their brain half dead
just to own some money
the sole breadwinners for family
a total responsibility,
unwritten committment never a burden
for the sake of love for family..sons and daughters

So dear young sons and daughters
Remember to value your parents sacrifices
not only for the material worth
but for their wisdom and virtues
the tears of blood that sometimes fall
to make you human and man of your own
but look at yourself today and ask
how much love have you sacrificed?
to honor these two great people
who'd given everything for you, even their life
to even write a word or two
to appreciate their love and compliment their good deeds
in a form of prose, haiku or poetry

instead everyday you declare to the whole world outside
look this is my man or the woman I love
till death do us part... till eternity
Your parents who've raised
and known you your whole young life
is no longer priority?

How pathetic.. how unfortunate... how sad..
for a second try to put yourselves
in your parents shoes....
imagine their smiles if they are reassured
that your love for them
is not number two....
so... do think wise!

Cycled home after Mr Edward’s class
His stern face still vivid in my memory
Placed the end of term report card
On the dining table
Lost my appetite I hid in my room
Miserable....
mom and dad would be so angry
Dad called “ Christopher” my name as expected
He frowned he wasn’t looking so glad
Mom looked worried as she sat
Across the table...
Upset ...
“My intelligent boy,”
she said as she hugged me
What do you really want to be?
Extremely mad , dad told me to improve
And gave me a serious threat
“No more camping in the Summer for you”
My heart sanked, I shrugged and left
My angry dad, a manager of a shoe factory
Not at all an inspring job for me
I asked myself so repeatedly,
Am I meaningful to this world?
wish I could make my parents happy,
but it seems to be beyond me
school is a bore  and classes are dull...
In Aylesworth Forest.....
Let me solve the puzzle....